Chapter 105: The House Collapses

Grandpa nodded frequently with a cigarette in his mouth: "I said it's not a ghost, it's a strange thing made by the sycamore tree." ”

"What's wrong with the sycamore tree?" Hao Jianfang and I asked at the same time.

"These two sycamore trees have grown for more than a hundred years and already have a certain aura. If you cut it down to build a house, they will not be convinced, and will naturally find a way to get revenge on you. Grandpa said.

"The aura of the sycamore tree?" Hao Jianfang asked in surprise.

"Yes. All living things in nature have aura. If you break it, you can be punished. Grandpa touched the annual rings of the stump and said with a calm expression, "People often call their aura jing, or it can be said that the sycamore tree spirit is taking revenge on you." ”

"What then?" Hao Jianfang stared at the stump of the sycamore tree with frightened eyes and asked, as if he was not asking about his grandfather but about the stump of the sycamore tree.

Grandpa smiled slightly, lowered his head and asked the sycamore stump below: "What do you want?" That look was not only like joking with Hao Jianfang, but also like he was really talking to the sycamore stump. Seeing this, Hao Jianfang looked at his grandfather with wide eyes, as if he was waiting for his grandfather to convey the request of the sycamore stump.

Grandpa leaned down like a professional actor and put his ear close to the sycamore stump. After listening for a while, Grandpa bowed his head silently and said, "Well, I know." Okay, your request is not excessive, just do what you ask. I believe Hao Jianfang can do it. ”

As soon as Hao Jianfang heard his grandfather talking about himself to the sycamore tree, he nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, yes." If I can do it, I will do it. After speaking, he grunted in his throat and re-emphasized: "Really, I will definitely do it, please rest assured that the two sycamore tree spirits are relieved." Don't hurt my kids anymore. ”

Grandpa stood up and patted the mud off his clothes. Hao Jianfang hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What is the explanation of the sycamore tree spirit?" It doesn't take a lot of money, does it? ”

Grandpa frowned and said, "How do you pick the door at this time, is the child important or the money important?" ”

Hao Jianfang nodded again and again: "Yes, the child is important, the child is important." It doesn't matter how much it costs. ”

Grandpa stretched out two fingers and shook them in front of Hao Jianfang's eyes.

"Two hundred?" Hao Jianfang tilted his head and asked, "Does it cost two hundred yuan?" I could easily see that Hao Jianfang was covering up, and he spoke in a tone like he had been in an ice cellar for a long time, and his teeth had begun to bump.

Grandpa shook his head, still shaking his fingers in front of his eyes.

"Two thousand?" Hao Jianfang's face was a little unsightly, his hands were trembling slightly, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was a symptom of fainting blood.

Grandpa said impatiently: "I want you to give me a cigarette to smoke, what two hundred yuan or two thousand yuan?" "It was the most humorous time I ever met my grandfather, and I rarely saw him joking, but I think that one time was really wonderful.

Hao Jianfang coughed dryly, twisted his body slightly, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly. He put his fingers into his pocket in a panic, and with great difficulty took out the cigarette case, shook the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and handed it to his grandfather. Grandpa sighed, took the cigarette in Hao Jianfang's hand, lit it and smoked it himself.

"How much does it cost?" Hao Jianfang hunched his waist and asked his grandfather like a minion.

Grandpa said: "I don't want money, the key depends on whether you have a heart or not." What do you want money for? Can you buy back the branches and leaves of these two sycamore trees for money? "Grandpa was a little upset. Hao Jianfang hunched his waist and only promised.

"Actually, the Sycamore Tree Spirit didn't say anything to me, but I know what you should do." Grandpa said, "Dig up the roots of these two sycamore trees, and don't break one of their roots or whiskers in the process of digging." Then move it to a place where the land is fertile, preferably one with black soil, where no one passes by, where there is plenty of sunshine. Can you do that? ”

Hao Jianfang hurriedly said: "Yes, yes." ”

Grandpa said, "That's not enough. You have to water them once a day, and this water must not be water from a river or a pond, but a clean and sweet well. In the spring, take care of its new shoots, so that they are not trampled on, eaten by birds, or infested. In winter, wrap its branches with straw so that the snow does not freeze and the wind blows off. ”

"I try to do what I can." Hao Jianfang replied.

"It's not about trying to do it, it's about having to do it. If it has a problem with its sprouts and branches, your child will have a problem too. If their sprouts and new branches die, then your child will also suffer bad luck again, like the previous ones. ”

"Eh, eh."

"Also, whenever you see a sycamore tree in the future, you must respect it and don't hurt it. You know? ”

"Yes, yes. In the future, I will walk around all the plane trees, isn't that okay? ”

Grandpa said, "That's good." You remember. If you don't do one of these things, your child will have a bad phenomenon, and it will be too late to regret it. ”

Hao Jianfang nodded again and again, and when he saw that the cigarette in his grandfather's hand was finished, he hurriedly took the initiative to hand over one and said, "I promise you, I will do it." As a parent, can't you do this for the sake of your children? ”

Grandpa took the cigarette and put it on his ear and said, "It's not me who you want to promise." Grandpa stretched out his hand and pointed to the two sycamore stumps that had been silent: "You have to promise them." Whether you can do it or not, I won't know when I go back. But they all know it. Wait until they grow taller than your child, and you can stop. Grandpa reiterated, "Remember, you can't stop until they grow taller than your children." ”

"Huh." He replied, "If anything, can I still find you?" ”

Grandpa said, "As long as you do it, basically nothing will happen." "But after we left Hao Jianfang's house, he kept in touch with his grandfather from time to time through a man who sold rice between the two places.

After the autumn harvest, the man who sold the rice came to the Thrush Village to harvest the grain. He found his grandfather and said that Hao Jianfang specially asked him to bring a few packs of cigarettes to his grandfather. Grandpa asked Hao about the house. The man said that Hao Jianfang's children were healthy and healthy, and there was no such thing as before. Hao Jianfang now goes to water two sycamore trees every day, and he doesn't dare to slack off for a day. When he saw someone about to cut down a tree, whether it was a plane tree or not, he asked them not to hurt the roots of the tree and move it home to plant it himself.

Grandpa laughed, that's good.

When the man got into the car with the sack on his back and was about to leave, he told his grandfather that after you left, he dug up the roots of the plane tree as instructed. The roots of the tree are more than 100 years old, and the root system is very developed, so it is particularly difficult to dig without damaging the roots, and the area to be dug is very large. The roots of one of the sycamore trees extended to the ground of Hao Jianfang's house. Hao Jianfang had to dig up tree roots like tunnels. By the time he had dug out the roots, his house had collapsed due to the ground having fallen.